I've really been loving the social media themed vore lately, particularly by  knt27 so I decided to take my own crack at it.

This image and is the immediate aftermath of https://aryion.com/g4/view/945635
Continued: Stella spent the morning stretched out on her bed, relishing the slow churning sensation as the hunk of boy meat inside her gradually digested. Although Stella had long come to trust that her bowels could break down a strong, young, buck she was still always impressed by what short work her stomach made of live men. “Well, not live anymore”, Stella thought to herself as she gave the indistinct bulge in her belly an affectionate pat.

Stella recalled the fear that had flashed in his eyes as she had opened up her mouth and briefly let him gaze down her gullet. It was as if just then, he had fully processed what was about to happen to him. Watching him abruptly start start writhing in resistance against his cuffs as he felt her hot breath on his cheeks had been a delightful treat for her. She had been skeptical of MeatCute’s claim of perfectly docile prey delivered to her doorstep, but she had been pleasantly surprised. Although it seemed the boy’s survival instincts had kicked in when he was truly and fully powerless to escape, she could barely believe how obediently he’d marched to his death.

It meant nothing. Whether they tried to fight her or bowed their heads to be easily eaten, what mattered to Stella— well, what mattered other than filling her tummy with a tender slab of meat—was getting to enjoy him coming to terms with his fate. Each boy’s reaction to his impending digestion was as unique as a fingerprint. This morning’s meal had been a squirmer, at least for as long as he had had air. As his mind had come to accept the certainty of becoming her tits and shit, his thrashes and flails had gotten weaker and less frequent before giving way to a satisfying stillness. Once he had been inescapably compacted into his sizzling tomb, Stella had played idly with her nipples as she felt him break apart into large, gamey hunks. Vanquished. No begging or pleading, except a final, defeated squeal. Knowing that was how was how he reacted to being digested was a delightfully intimate thing to know about him, and, as Stella had at one point realized, an intimate thing that only a predator could discover.

As that thought crossed her mind, she began to notice the unmistakeable feeling of pressure in her bowels. Her midriff gave another contractile gurgle as the remaining meaty slush in her belly processed downwards. She rolled over in bed and allowed the sensation to mount pleasantly for a while before standing up and making her way over towards her shit basin.

As she sauntered into the bathroom, she let out a tranquil sigh, glad to have all the time in the world alone with her toilet. It was a beautiful piece of porcelain, with a cushioned stool, ultra long bowl, and skillfully tooled clawfeet. Although, Stellas favorite detail had to be the set of intricately cut, oceanic sapphires laid in the front of the white porcelain piece. The toilet was violently opulent, and perhaps Stella’s favorite thing she owned. A gift from her girlfriend, the regal shitter had helped refine Stella’s palette. After accepting the gift with a warm, excited smile, she had silently vowed only to dump the remains of properly delicious men down its glassy, white pipes. Although, even insisting on a diet of absolutely delectable prey hadn’t made actually eating the boys her favorite part of the experience.

With that, Stella tugged off her sweatpants, stepping on the stool to place her thighs on the cushioned rim of the bowl. Gently easing backwards, she wiggled her pale white asscheeks until she found a comfortable position. Once she was able to fully relax, Stella allowed the first few dusky logs of shit to slide effortlessly out of her asshole and slap against the spotless porcelain basin. She bit her lip, arching forward to allow her butthole to spread as wide as it needed to quickly empty her bowels of boyshit. Stella had enjoyed simplifying this young man’s existence. He had been sensitive, vulnerable, and troubled, a boy struggling to make sense of his place on the food chain. Now he was smelly, bony, and warm: a grisly pile of Stella shit, topped by a skull, aching to be flushed down her incomprehensibly indulgent shitter. Feeling her body approach emptiness once again, Stella relaxed, slowing the process down as the last few logs plopped against the boy’s bleached white skull. Feeling his remains slide out her little pucker was Stella’s 'me time' and she wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

As her bowels processed the final ropey swirl of waste, she let out a finalizing fart that echoed into the luxurious basin. Stella stood up slowly and turned around to admire her handiwork. Greedily licking the last of his aftertaste off her lips, she wished the boy had been there to see it. She giggled, to no one but herself and the freshly processed mound of waste. Dumb little breakfast bitch. All that firm, juicy muscle attached to such a harmless, obedient boy. She wondered what the look on his pretty face would be once he saw what his broad shoulders, meaty rump, and full, sensitive balls had dissolved down into. She would have loved to gloat to him; Pose him nude for pictures in front of the pile; Make him kiss the cool porcelain walls of the sapphire encrusted bowl. But he was gone, all that remained of her squirmy, conflicted prey was an empty skull, piled high alongside with the popular shit on social media.

Stella washed her ass, thinking towards the future. As she snapped a few pictures of the shitpile for the MeatCute sponsorship, and gently yanked the flush cord descending from the ceiling, her mind conjured images of an endless procession of mouthwatering meat delivered to her door. “I’m never going to have to speak to a man I’m not about to turn into ass fat” she thought to herself with a smile, as she wandered out of the bathroom to find her dildo.

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